Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stereo Dub,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.